The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1887-06-30
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Hopsom tup an,
Lanti Ira,
HOpsom stira:
Sprovti upon, Upon,
Hopsom tup I'm, tup an,
Lanti Ira, lira,
Hopsom stira, stira."

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HOpsom tup I'm, tup an,
Lanti Ira, lira,
Hopsom stira, stira."
Dance and jump,
Hop like rooster,
Hop like the skatan.
Perhaps this very instant-for Elsa
made no calculations in longitude and
tlme-Vader's mutter danced the baby
under her home roof; and none of her
people knew how faint, how outcast,
how bewildered the eldest child felt
sitting on steps in q strange Ameri-
kansk town.
In Elsa's box of clothing was the
finest sheepskin blanket her mother
ever mode, so white in fleece, and
cured by buttering and scraping until
the skin yielded soft like channels
leather. 1t was lined with scarlet
flannel. She could see the store-room
OF her fathers farmhouse hung thick
ly with such feeces, and hear her
mother say she wished Elsa could
take more, since they had so little
money to send her. But Arne Sand.
strom had sent the money to pay her
way, because he loved her so. They
were children together, and he was
held as dear as q son in her own
family. Elsa's mother never distrust.
ed him. How could it therefore be
possible that Arne Sandstrom, after
sending for his betrothsd, could be
marrying r. Swede Amerikann the
very evening of her arrival?
In her intensely quiet fashion the
poor girl was wiping away tears az
fast as they dropped down her cheeks,
and now she lifted her head from the
step, coming to decision.
She walked up on the veranda, her
feet sounding heavy and uncertain,
and stood at the door ready to
knock. Her piteousgrea eyes moved
from wall to wall of the ample dining
room, recognizing svensk wooden
spoons and beautifully painted and
polished Russian bowls in various
sizes on the sideboard. Hard-baked
Svensk bread, so loved by the white
and firm Scandinavian teeth, and all
known luxuries, with unheard-
OF Amerikann things, smiled
at her from the glitter.
ing tables. This Lena Lund would be
called a mamzelle in Svadia; she was
very much above poor yungfrau like
Elsa. Any man might be glad to mar.
ry her. Still Elsa would not believe
Arne Sandstrom had forgotten his
betrothed.
She could see him from where she
stood, in an inner room with back
ground OF fine furniture. How beau
tiful he looked, all in Amerikann
clothes, and with soft dark gloves on
his hands, like very rich man! His
cheek was ruddy, his forehead white,
and the very round of his carlow
we'll Elsa remembered it! Arne Sand
strom was happy, and laughing aloud
with other people. She heard his
voice while she stood just without,
so wretched her whole soul seemed
numb.
In perfect silence she waited. and
still saw him laugh and extend his
hand to have it shaken by one anoth-
or. until figure came out Of the room
where he was, to pass through the
dining-room, and she knew in an in
slant Otto Jutberg, who came to
America with Arne. Elsa put her foot
across the threshold and said, to call
his attention, "Otto."
Otto approached the door and
looked curiously at her. One rope of her
flaxen hair hung down on her breast,
and size looked travel worn.
lotto Jutberg, l want to see Arne
Sandstrom."
"Arne is going to be married in a
few minutes" said Otto.
II know he is. But I want to see
Arne SANDSTONE. Tell him to come
here"
"Who is it?" pressed Otto, coming
nearer to her, and knitting his brows
inquiringly.
Don't you know me, Otto, when
you have been to my fathers nearly
every St. Johns Eve OF our lives?"
Elsa felt that she needed only one
more drop to her cup. and that was
for some voice to raise the derisive
song with which her countrymen
Knocked Scowney's, or inhabitants of
region the butt of all Svadia.
"A Scowen, a SEQ owen
one bar was enough to rouse sudden
rage in any Svensk.
But instead of "a Scowen, q Scow.
en-" rising around Elsa's ears this en-
chanted night such q din OF outcries
was made by Otto Jutberg that PEG.
pie ran to look in tho dining.room,
and then to swarm around her.
Arne Sandstrom leaped two chairs
| and seriously Jared one table, to re-
ceive Elsa in his arms, when he kissed
her openly.
"Bring mo one of the chairs kicked
over" he exclaimed, "and let me set
the tired darling in it. l have been
looking for the letter which would tell
me the time you intended to start.
Yes, this is my Elsa," he said, dis
playing her; land how did sho find
her way in here alone? Mrs. Lund,
Elsa has comet"
eyes, and she has been crying"
said the plump wife of Peter Lund,
pressing her hand. 1T was enough
to break any child's heart to reach
such a journeys end homesick and
unwelcomed."
At this Elsa leaned against the ma
irons side and shook with sudden
sobs, feeling her forehead and hair
petted ty a good mothers palms,
Elsa was taken up the back stair
way by both Mrs. Lund and Arne.
who talked rapidly across her. She
was put in q beautiful room, and
young girls came in to get acquainted
with her and giggle. Arne asked her
for that piece of metal which would